A Low Note [open]

Come on, guys. Can't you not mess with my stuff? Devon groused. It sounded like he was talking to nothing. Actually, he kind of was. He was talking to the supposed spooks that haunted everywhere. This just so happened to be one of those days when everything just seemed to be in all the wrong places. The only "reasonable" explanation was that it was ghosts. Yeah, right, but still how else did you explain this mess?

He sighed, kneeling to start pulling CDs from under a shelving unit. There was an entire section that was missing and hidden around the store. It was now his job this morning to find it all and return it to its rightful place. Yes, just the way he wanted to spend his day. It wasn't like he had an order to make and paperwork to get to while watching after any customers that might wander in.

He glanced up at the speaker above him, glaring at it. This so wasn't the music to do serious searching to. Pulling the little stereo remote from his pocket, the music store owner flipped through a few songs and cranked up the volume. He might as well try and get himself into a groove. It usually helped when he had to go on these damn missions in his own store.